Legend has it that Shang Xiye also had a Dark Night Death Knight, who had never been defeated.

The woman in black clenched her fists, trembling all over. She was afraid and resentful, and her eyes, fixed on the large red wedding carriage at the bottom of the valley, seemed to be bleeding with hatred.

"Master, let's go quickly, or it will be too late," the maid in black urged anxiously.

The woman in black pointed her sword at the carriage at the bottom of the valley with hatred, her sharp voice squeezing out from her throat: "No matter what, we must not let that vulgar female bandit enter the palace!"

"Master, it's still a month's journey back to the capital from here. The road is long," the maid urged again, growing increasingly anxious.

The woman in black glanced back at the battlefield, where defeat was already inevitable. Seeing Wu Shang fighting his way towards her with all his might, she finally said in a hoarse voice, "Retreat!"

As the woman in black retreated, the attack from the cliff top instantly ceased.

The black-clad assassins at both ends of the valley were already no match for the Black Armor Guards and Ji Chenhai brought by Wuying. Upon hearing the retreat signal from the top of the cliff, they scattered like birds and beasts and fled in all directions.

"Your Highness!"

"Miss, are you alright?"

Wuhen and Xique approached the carriage at the same time, anxiously asking questions.

Ji Fengyao quickly broke free from Shang Xiye's embrace, pressed her chest where her heart was pounding erratically, and called out, "I'm fine." She glanced at Shang Xiye, whose lips were turning purple, and remembered the sword wound on his back. She was immediately shocked and rushed back to grab his arm: "Your Highness, you've been poisoned again!"

"Change cars!" Shang Xiye's voice remained cold and deep, with a hint of barely perceptible weakness.

Ji Fengyao then noticed the blood splattered everywhere in the carriage, with corpses scattered all over the floor. But she was more concerned about the wound on his back and the new poison he had been given: "This poison is very potent. We can't delay any longer. I'll seal it up for you first, and then we'll change carriages."

"Aren't you afraid?" Shang Xiye's bright, star-like eyes were fixed on her beautiful face.

"ah?"

Ji Fengyao was stunned. Did he say he wanted to change cars first because he thought she would be scared?

Just as he was about to make a fool of himself, he heard him say, "That's right, you're a bandit, robbing, killing and arson are commonplace for you, so this little scene is nothing to you."

Ji Fengyao's budding romance vanished instantly, replaced by a feeling of being stabbed by a thousand arrows. She felt that she would be letting him down if she didn't act fiercely!

Her hand, which was gripping his arm, instantly moved upwards, grabbed his shoulder, and slammed him face down onto the chaise longue: "So what if you're a bandit? Don't forget, your life depends on me, a bandit, to save it!"

She grabbed his clothes, which had been ripped open by the sword, and tore them open with both hands. Even though she was mentally prepared, Ji Fengyao still gasped.

On Shang Xiye's back, there was a cut more than an inch long where the skin and flesh were turned outwards, and a large area of ​​skin around the wound had turned black.

But what was fatal was not the horrific wound, but the poison used by the enemy.

The enemy clearly came with the intention of killing people; such a potent poison would kill instantly upon contact with blood, and once it entered the body, it would permeate the lungs and internal organs.

If Shang Xiye hadn't used his inner strength to save her, loosening the seal she had left in his body and causing the toxins to escape, thus achieving the effect of fighting poison with poison, he probably would have died on the spot.

But right now he's just barely holding on, and it's very possible that once he closes his eyes, he'll never wake up again!

Upon hearing that Shang Xiye was injured, Wuhen rushed to the carriage. Seeing the wound on Shang Xiye's back, he wished he could kill himself on the spot. "Your Highness..."